Mirror Image opened her eyes. As usual, the first thing she saw was herself.

She had thousands of memories like this, and she’d stopped keeping track years ago. She knew immediately that she wasn’t a copy, but the original—as much as that term had any meaning for her anymore. This came as some relief; she knew copies tended towards far shorter lifespans.

She also knew that she had just made a copy—at the behest of Master Gerrick—for the express purpose of going to retrieve Logical Leap. She shared a brief, sympathetic smile with herself. They both knew it was very likely that any version of her sent to speak to the visiting Equestrian was unlikely to survive the encounter. As Mirror watched her copy bow, turn, and exit their master’s chambers, she could only be thankful that she wouldn’t be there to witness the pain herself.

“Mirror.”

Mirror’s ear twitched, and she turned to see Master Gerrick reclining in his favorite seat, legs spread lazily to reveal his sheath. He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted, and she didn’t need any encouragement to deliver. Serving him was what she lived—and often died—for, and so she promptly sat down in front of him and began to gently tease his balls with her nose. He ran a talon idly through her mane as she did so, spawning a content warmth in her breast.

“I admit, the Equestrian has been a fine gift,” Gerrick said. Mirror flicked an ear to assure him she was listening. “She is charmingly gullible, and eager to please. I’m glad you convinced me not to kill her sooner.”

Mirror hummed her appreciation for the praise into the base of his shaft as it began to slide from his sheath. She still remembered leaving the then-original Mirror at her master’s door while going to dispose of one of her bodies, and returning only to find the door unattended. When she’d entered, she’d been somewhat surprised by the smell of burning flesh—Master Gerrick tended to prefer his meat raw—and rather less so by the sight of her master in the midst of choking the young Equestrian maid to death. The foolish mare hadn’t even realized what was happening to her; no doubt she would’ve died with a dopey smile if Mirror hadn’t intervened.

Mirror’s tongue slipped past her lips, wetting the head of her master’s emerging cock and coaxing it further out of its shaft. She hadn’t stopped him back then out of any affection for the Equestrian, nor out of some desire to cause her more suffering. Truthfully, Mirror had little opinion regarding Logical Leap. As a worker, she wasn’t worth the room she’d been granted. And although Mirror had heard extensively about Leap’s sadistic tortures of her many selves, sometimes watched them as they occurred, and often was the one to clean up her mangled bodies in the aftermath, she held no grudge. Mirror only ever remembered the experiences of whichever version of her lived to continue serving her master, after all; she’d died thousands of times, but thankfully could remember none of them.

“She was quite entertaining when I took her out hunting last night,” Gerrick said. He shifted his hips, a motion that Mirror knew meant he wanted to use her throat, and after a brief moment to brace herself she obliged, skillfully sliding his cock deep into her muzzle. “She nearly got herself killed by a peasant mare. You should’ve seen her, lying in the dirt, too much of a whore to stop masturbating long enough to defend herself. I considered letting her die, but it would have been a waste to let someone else kill her. She was even smart enough to clean me after I finished with the corpses.”

Mirror gagged as he pressed himself deep into her throat, and a brief thrill of fear ran through her as he held her head firm, preventing her from pulling back. Was he going to choke her on his cock again? She had many memories of walking back into his chambers only to find one of her corpses with its muzzle speared on his length and cum drooling from its lips.

To her relief, he relaxed his grip a second later, letting her pull back ever so slightly while he continued speaking. “I think I’ll kill her tonight. As enticing as it was to watch her struggle to subdue lone peasants, it really only made me lust to do it myself. And the way she looked me.” He let out a low chuckle. “I wonder, do you think she’ll even fight back? That’s good for now, Mirror.”

Mirror nodded, wrapping her lips tight around his cock and sucking it clean of excess saliva and pre as she pulled off. She looked up at him with a demure smile. “I’m glad my gift has pleased you, sir.”

He smiled back, giving her a soft pat on the head, and she straightened up a little. She was the only one he ever looked at like that. “Once she gets here, you can help.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. “Master?” Logical Leap sounded a little breathless as she called out.

Mirror stood back to her hooves, walking over and pulling the door open. “You may enter.”

Leap greeted her with a giddy grin as she stepped through the door, the clean whites of her teeth marred by the fresh blood dripping down her face and across her lips. “Hi, Mirror! I kinda, uh, left one of your bodies in my room. I got a little excited when I heard Master Gerrick wanted me, and I didn’t think he’d want me to delay to clean it up, so...”

“That’s fine.” Mirror looked back out into the hall, horn glowing, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was relieved to see she was still her original self. She nodded to the new copy standing in the hall before closing the door. It would take care of the mess.

When Mirror turned back to the room, Leap had already come to a stop in front of Gerrick’s seat. She stood tall, eyeing his erect cock with open hunger. “You wanted to see me, Master?” Her marehood, its glistening lips clearly visible with her tail already twitching upwards, winked with need.

“I did.” Gerrick made a lazy gesture with one talon, and Leap immediately sat before him, gagging loudly as she forced his cock down her throat. She kept her adoring green eyes fixed on his face as he continued speaking. “I was very pleased with your performance last night. You’ve impressed me, and I’ve decided to reward you.”

Although Leap’s fellatio technique was sloppy and crude by Mirror’s standards, she was at least well-educated enough to know not to stop sucking to speak. Instead she responded with a slight cock of her head, silently asking her master to explain.

“Tonight you will have the pleasure of becoming my wife,” Gerrick said. He grinned as Leap suddenly retched in shock, sliding his cock out of her muzzle and coughing violently. “Oh, or would you prefer otherwise? I wasn’t aware the thought of wedding me would be so repulsive.”

“No, no!” Leap shook her head frantically as she finally got her coughing under control. “I mean, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She pranced in place, turning a small circle on the spot. “Oh, Celestia, yes! This is the greatest thing ever! When are we getting married? Can we do it now? Maybe we can just have a little ceremony now, and then a big one later? Oh, I have to write back home! I can invite my parents, and my—eep!”

Gerrick shushed her with a talon. She sat down instantly, beaming up at him in silence, and opened her lips to suck gently on the razor sharp tip of his claw.

“The ceremony is now,” Gerrick said. He jerked his head towards the bed.

“Y-yes, sir!” Leap jumped onto the bed, rolling over onto her back with a girlish giggle. She already had her front hooves between her legs, holding the wet lips of her marehood open to reveal her swollen clit.

Gerrick slid out of his seat, walking up to her and sliding a talon into her cunt. She bit her lip, pussy winking around him as if to suck him in deeper, and when he pulled his talon back a long string of arousal followed it out. He held the soaked talon out towards Mirror, beckoning her closer.

She obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her lips around the wet digit and letting him smear Leap’s excitement over her tongue. She looked him in the eyes as she licked around his sharp claw.

He scraped the claw lightly over her tongue as he pulled it out, then jerked his head towards Leap, who was watching with undisguised jealousy. “Entertain me.”

“Yes, sir.” Mirror dipped her head before turning to the bed. She climbed sensually on top of Leap, brushing her body over every part of the other mare as she did so. She cradled Leap in her legs, hiking her tail high so her master could see their pussies pressing together.

Leap shivered against Mirror as she looked up into her eyes. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, a patronizing smirk on her lips. “Once we’re married, I’ll get him to marry you too, and then I can show you Equestria.”

Mirror didn’t dignify the pipe dream with a response. Instead she just smiled, leaned in, and pressed her lips against Leap’s. Leap let out a shivering moan as she wrapped her legs around Mirror, caressing her hooves over her flanks and pulling her close, and the two mares ground their bodies against each other, feeding the fire of their mutual lust.

Mirror felt Gerrick knead at her flanks with his talons, sparking fluttering notes of pleasure in her chest. Without looking back she flicked her tail up, teasing it under his beak, and he responded by delivering a hard smack against her flank. She gasped, smiling into Leap’s mouth, and did it again.

Gerrick spanked her again, and she grinned as he gripped her hips and slid his cock between her legs, nesting it between her and Leap’s pussies. Both mares moaned as the hard length rubbed against their clits, and they humped against each other, grinding their cunts around it and bathing it in their arousal. Gerrick kept going, the tip of his cock teasing at their sensitive teats every time he hilted between them, the sound of flesh against wet flesh filling the room.

Without warning, Gerrick angled his cock upwards, driving it into Mirror’s pussy all at once. She flung her head back with a gasp, eyes widening at the unexpected penetration.

His talon flashed out, wrapping around her raised neck and holding her head up as he began to pound into her savagely. Mirror could only lie there and moan, a thin line of drool trailing out the corner of her open mouth as he drove the breath out of her with every thrust, his other talon holding firm around her hip to pull her back into him and his balls slapping against her winking clit. One of his claws poked against the soft skin of her throat, and her senses suddenly came into sharp clarity as she realized he was pondering whether to kill her or not. The surge of adrenaline only made her hotter; her eyes fluttered back as she grinded back against him, feeling that claw press harder against her, just a single thought away from ripping her throat open.

She knew her life was always at risk whenever she slept with Gerrick. She’d watched him kill other versions of her countless times, and whether she lived or died now was entirely up to his whims. As she arched her back, crying out in pleasure, she knew she was on the very precipice of death, an instant away from being left to bleed and sputter over the mare beneath her while her master ruthlessly fucked her twitching pussy. It was that rush of near-death that told Mirror she was alive. In a world where so many mares found fruitless ends at the claws of a perverted griffon, Mirror only ever remembered the times she survived, and it was those memories that she lived for—that she craved.

But she wasn’t to die today. Gerrick pulled his talons away, instead wrapping it in Mirror’s mane and pulling hard, hilting inside her and grinding against her clit. Mirror squeezed her eyes shut tight and let out a long, hoarse moan as her climax hit her, sending powerful convulsions through her body as her cunt squeezed and milked her master’s cock—but in vain. Instead of filling her with his seed as she so desired, Gerrick shoved her head back down into Leap’s chest, tearing himself mercilessly out of Mirror’s swallowing cunt and leaving her to twitch and gasp without his warmth.

Instead he sunk into Leap, who’d been whining plaintively under Mirror as she was forced to watch another mare receive the fucking she yearned for.

Leap’s complaints cut off with a gasp, and she grinned and squeezed Mirror against her as she finally received her master’s cock. Mirror only lied limply atop her as she struggled to catch her breath, listening to Leap’s mewls of pleasure.

“Isn’t he w-wonderful?” Leap cooed into Mirror’s ear, her words slurred with lust. “So handsome—ah!—so powerful—unf!—fuck! I love him!”

She continued to ramble between her moans, muttering sweet words of adoration. For the first time since the new maid’s arrival, Mirror Image felt sorry for her. Poor girl, she thought. He could never love you back.

Mirror yelped as Gerrick suddenly delivered another smack to her ass, leaving the flesh stinging in its wake. Her break was over. He wanted her to start playing again.

Mirror obliged, as always. She pushed herself up, now straddling Leap’s chest cowpony-style, and slid forwards to silence Leap’s misguided mumbling with her pussy. Leap accepted the offer eagerly, grabbed Mirror’s flanks in her hooves, and buried her muzzle in her sopping cunt. She moaned into Mirror’s clit as she pushed her apart with her tongue, leaving only her eyes visible past Mirror’s mound.

Mirror reached a hoof down to grab at Leap’s horn, using it to steer the pleasure-drunk mare towards her favorite spots. With Leap’s long blue mane splayed out behind her and her thick-rimmed glasses askew on her face, it occurred to Mirror that she had a certain endearing cuteness about her. She wasn’t unskilled with her tongue, either, the wet muscle sending electric shivers through Mirror that made her bite her lip and sway her hips.

Perhaps in another life, if Mirror had been born an Equestrian, something could have happened between them.

Leap’s horn glowed, and a short kitchen knife floated out of her maid outfit to hover in front of Mirror’s gut. Mirror noted it with idle curiosity. Had she taken to carrying a knife around now, or had she only grabbed it on her way here? Leap looked up at her with a mischievous glint in her eye, daring her to interfere, taunting her, but Mirror only continued to ride her muzzle. She knew her life was under her master’s control, and he would only let her die if he wanted her to.

As if on cue, Gerrick grabbed Mirror’s mane and pulled her head roughly back. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered into it, voice strained. “Her horn.”

Mirror nodded, and he let her go. At the same time, Leap drew the knife back to stab.

Mirror struck first.

Her hoof slammed into Leap’s horn with a resounding crack, and Leap shrieked as a thin fracture appeared in its surface. Mirror gave her no time to recover; in an instant she had grabbed the knife in her own magic and brought it to the base of Leap’s horn, holding her head steady with a hoof wrapped around its tip.

Leap’s eyes shot wide open. She shook her head frantically, slapping her hooves against Mirror’s flanks and screaming for help, but Mirror kept her muffled with her cunt.

The knife began to saw.

Leap screeched, forgetting her place and beginning to buck her whole body even while her master fucked her. Gerrick snarled, barking out a sharp, “Be still!”, and she restrained herself with shivering whimpers, crying out for him as the knife’s edge bit into her horn. The blade wasn’t made for sawing, and beyond that had been dulled from regular use, but all Leap could do was screw her eyes up and shudder as it made slow progress through the bone. Tears welled in her eyes, and she began to sob into Mirror’s pussy, shaking her head in denial.

Mirror didn’t count how many times she drew the blade across Leap’s horn. The mare’s fight renewed in strength as the knife reached the core, where the most sensitive nerves were focused, but she stilled again at the sound of Gerrick’s frustrated growl.

With a long, crackling snap that made Mirror’s guts churn, Logical Leap’s horn finally broke off. For a moment, the only sound was her muffled sobs and the lewd shlick of Gerrick’s cock stuffing her cunt.

Gerrick shoved Mirror aside, throwing her to the bed and leaning over Leap in her place. He snaked a talon under her head, holding it up so he could look into her eyes.

Leap wailed, looking up at Gerrick and clutching the stump of her horn with both hooves. He fucked her relentlessly as she spoke, making her voice stutter and hiccup. “M-Master! She c-cut off m-my horn!”

Gerrick nodded, grinning down at her. “I saw.”

Leap seemed confused by this. She looked from Gerrick, to Mirror, then back to him before pointing one hoof at the other mare. “P-punish her! She h-hurt me!”

Gerrick slowed, brow furrowing down at Leap. After a moment of silence broken only by her quiet sniffles, he lashed out with a talon, and she screeched as his claws raked across her face, leaving three trails of blood.

“You dare order me?!” he roared, making her flinch back. He grabbed her hips with both hands, claws sinking into her flesh and drawing even more blood, grunting as he pounded into her cunt with slow, painfully hard thrusts. “Stupid—bitch!”

“M-Master, please!” Leap’s voice shot up an octave, one hoof pushing weakly against Gerrick’s belly as if to stop him. “Y-you’re hurting me! S-stop! I’m n-not having f-fun anymore!”

“You think I care, little cunt?” Gerrick sneered down at her, raking one claw down her side and drawing a sobbing scream from her lips. “You’re my property! My toy! I’m going to kill you and fill your corpse with cum, and I’ll never spare another thought for you again!”

Leap looked up at him with wide, distraught eyes, and Mirror felt some small sympathy for the girl. As painful as Master Gerrick’s claws could be, it was clear that his words had hurt her far, far more.

“B-but—” Leap swallowed, her voice shaking. “I l-love you.”

Gerrick laughed. He threw his head back, beak open wide, and cackled.

“Y-you… d-don’t you l-love me too?”

“Stupid fucking Equestrian,” Gerrick snarled. She yelped as he flipped her onto her belly, pushing her head down into the bed and leaning in close to hiss into her ear. “Don’t you get it? You’re my plaything. I let you fuck Mirror, led you into killing those mares, because it entertained me. But now I’m tired of your sappy looks and your desperate naivety. You can cry and plea all you want, but it’s only going to make me cum even harder.”

Leap blinked. She stared straight forwards, eyes unfocused, completely limp as Gerrick rocked her body with his thrusts.

“No.” She shook her head, trying to kick out with her hind legs. “No! That’s not fair!” Her voice broke as it rose into an anguished screech. “I love you! I finally found somewhere I belong! You can’t—you can’t just—”

“Shut up!” Gerrick raked his claws across her legs, hamstringing her. Leap could only lie there and sob as he climbed onto the bed and lifted her ass up off the sheets, his balls slapping against her clit. “Mirror!”

“Yes, sir.” Mirror knew what he wanted, and already had some ideas she thought he might like. Her pale green magic wrapped around the discarded tip of Leap’s horn, floating it up into the air and under Leap’s tail. A moment later, it jammed itself into the wailing mare’s asshole, the sharp tip ripping the flesh inside and lending new strength to her voice.

Blood dripped down Leap’s legs, staining Gerrick’s cock red, but Mirror wasn’t done. She began to fuck Leap with the horn, tearing up her insides, pointedly ignoring her as she begged for mercy.

“No, M-Mirror, please!” Tears streamed freely down Leap’s cheeks, staining the sheets along with her blood. “M-Mirror! It h-hurts! I wanted to t-take you home! I wanted to save you!”

“Save me?” Mirror arched a brow, somewhat amused by the sentiment. She turned to meet Leap’s frantic eyes and gave her a small smile. “Ms. Leap, I’m in no need of saving. I am Master Gerrick’s head house-maid, and I do my job very well.” Then she turned, not bothering to listen to Leap’s babbled response, and delivered a sharp, one-legged buck to the side of the mare’s head.

Leap’s sobs cut off abruptly as her glasses flew free. She groaned, and Mirror kicked her again, harder, and then a third time. When Mirror finally put her leg down and glanced back, Leap was lying dazed, thin trails of blood dripping out of her ear and her mouth.

Gerrick grunted, his eyes rolling back as he began to lose his rhythm. “Fuck! Good girl, Mirror. Good girl!” After another trio of rough, body-rocking thrusts, he raked his claws across Leap’s flanks and hilted inside her.

Mirror was quick to act, lowering her head between her master’s legs and suckling gently at his balls as they tightened against him. Gerrick panted and groaned as his balls churned inside her mouth, and an instant later his cock swelled as he pumped the first spurt of cum into Leap’s senseless body. Leap’s traitorous cunt winked around him, her clit poking out to kiss at Mirror’s cheek as it greedily swallowed up the cum of her future murderer. His claws sank deep into her flesh, driving down to the bone, and his legs shook as he continued to fill her with his seed, the overflow spilling out and mixing with her blood before dripping down her thighs in a thick, pink sludge.

Finally, Gerrick shoved the worthless mare off his cock. She fell limply to the bed and curled up into a whimpering, shivering ball, cum dripping out of her cunt and blood drooling past the severed horn jammed into her ass. Long, jagged wounds marred her sides, the blood soaking into the dark fabric of her uniform, and her yellow-coated face was already going pale from blood loss.

She was completely broken, both in body and mind. She didn’t put up any fight as Gerrick reached out and kicked her onto her back. All she did was blink up at him through her tears, sniffling quietly.

“Well, Ms. Leap, I can say this for you,” Gerrick said as he walked around to her front end. “Your pussy clenches quite nicely when you’re in pain.”

Leap shook her head slowly, sniffling quietly. “P-please. I d-don’t want to die. I’m—” she hiccuped, her voice breaking down into sobs. “I’m a r-real pony!”

Gerrick rolled his eyes. “So was everyone you ever killed.”

He wrapped his talons around her muzzle, wrenching it open and jamming his blood-and-cum soaked cock down her throat. Her sobs were cut off with an abrupt gag, and she continued to spasm and retch as he cleaned himself with her mouth, her neck bulging out with his girth.

Mirror watched impassively as Gerrick leaned down over the dying mare, nipping at her belly with his beak. She twitched as each little bite left another wound, and she shrieked around Gerrick’s cock as he traveled further down her body and tore savagely into her teats. He paused as he reached her pussy, his tongue slipping out to taste at her nectar.

Mirror was watching Leap’s face. Leap looked back with the one eye she could see, pleading silently for mercy.

Gerrick’s hooked beak sank into Leap’s marehood. With a quick jerk of his head, he tore her clit free. She shrieked, back arching, and with a swift, savage motion, Gerrick sliced straight up between her teats and halfway across her belly. Leap screamed in agony as he curled around almost double, digging his head up under her ribcage. Then, with a sudden spasm and one last gag, she fell silent.

Gerrick straightened up, Leap’s heart still beating weakly in his mouth and spraying its last reservoirs of blood over its former owner’s corpse. He threw his head back, opening his beak wide, and swallowed it down with a satisfied sigh.

For a moment, the room was quiet. Mirror watched as a stream of piss trickled out of Leap’s marehood.

“Mirror.”

She dipped her head. “Sir?”

“Take the body to the kitchen. I think I’ll have the chef cook this one; I’m curious as to if Equestrians taste as special as they act.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And change the sheets, of course. Oh, and do see if we can get another from that exchange program. This whole affair has been so stimulating.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, and one more thing, Mirror.”

“Yes, sir?”

Gerrick grinned, his tongue darting out to lick the blood off his beak. “Inform my steward that I’ll be needing him to watch the property, and pack our bags. I think I’ll take a tour of Equestria myself.”

Leap’s corpse made a lewd sucking sound as he pulled his freshly cleaned, softening cock out of her muzzle and jumped off the bed. Mirror’s gaze lingered only for a moment, taking in the mix of horror and despair in her eyes.

She knew when her master had developed a new taste. She expected Logical Leap would only be the first of many Equestrian mares that met their ends wrapped around his cock.

“Yes, sir.”

Author's Note

Commissioned by Exuno!

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This has been a lot of fun to write! Big thanks to Exuno to reaching out to get this project done. It's been great getting to flesh out the stories of our characters properly. Maybe if we're lucky, we can do it again sometime? We'll even give any new commissioners a $2/k discount if their idea includes Master Gerrick and Mirror Image!