Like always, butterflies were fluttering in Ivory Quill’s stomach.
Well, not strictly always. She was comfortable when she was home, nuzzling into the downy white plumage of her henfriend, Gloria, and listening to the griffon share stories of her various business acquaintances and work projects. Sometimes Ivory was a little jealous of Gloria’s apparent ability to make friends everywhere they went, but for the most part she was content. Ivory didn’t need to make friends; she had Gloria, and she found fulfillment in little things like a slow day of writing while rain pattered against the window of their Canterlot apartment, or cooking a nice fish dinner for her and her henfriend to enjoy together.
But today was not to be a pleasant day with just the two of them. Today Gloria had a business acquaintance coming over for dinner, and that meant stressful hours of cleaning and cooking and grooming, taking all the measures that polite society called for whenever it intruded on the safety of Ivory Quill’s home.
But worst of all, once every room had been dusted and the paintings on the walls had been realigned and the fish was cooked—it was always nice when they had griffons over, so Ivory could share the recipes from the bat pony side of her family—was the waiting.
“Shouldn’t he be here by now?” Ivory asked, looking up to the clock ticking quietly above the dining table. “It’s already half past six.”
Gloria shrugged, keeping her focus on the baked fish in her plate. “Don’t worry about it, hun. He’ll get here when he gets here, and if he’s a little late then that’s just more food for us.” She looked up, smiling at Ivory with her ice blue eyes. “It’s delicious, by the way.”
Even after years together, Ivory still couldn’t help but blush whenever Gloria complimented her like that. She looked down at her own dish, using the fork held in her wings to lift another bite to her lips. Most ponies didn’t enjoy meat, but as the product of the love of a bat pony and an earth pony, Ivory not only had a taste for it, she also knew just about every good way to cook it. “I guess I’m just worried it’ll be cold by the time he gets here.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” Gloria grinned, giving Ivory a playful wink. “That’s an order, pet.”
“Oh, y-yes, mistress.” Ivory’s blush deepened to the point that her pale blue cheeks appeared more a shade of rosy pink, and she reached a hoof up to stroke reflexively at the collar clasped around her neck. Although it was common for her to submit to the griffon in the bedroom, they’d only recently decided to try out 24/7 play, and she was still getting used to it.
Not that she didn’t enjoy being ordered around by a beautiful, loving griffon like Gloria. She bit her lip as she imagined being teased and toyed with all throughout the business meeting, worked up to the point that when Gloria’s guest finally left, Ivory would beg to be dragged off to the bedroom for a more intimate session. She looked up, seeing her fantasy reflected back at her in the knowing smirk on Gloria’s beak, and shivered.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a sudden knock at the front door. Three solid, no-nonsense raps, of the kind that could be felt through the whole house. She jumped, looking to Gloria expectantly.
“Answer the door for our guests, pet,” Gloria ordered.
Ivory hesitated for only a moment. “Yes, mistress.” She slid out of her seat, brushing a hoof through her mane as she trotted the short distance to the door. As anxious as she’d been just a few minutes ago, there was something about a firm order that put her butterflies to rest. Life was easier when she had her mistress taking on all the responsibility of decision-making for her, and she put on her best welcoming smile as she opened the door.
A griffon waited in the hall, frowning down at her past the sharp edges of his hooked beak. He was big, with feathers like bronze and a coat like steel, and Ivory had to crane her neck to face him. She blushed as his hard silver eyes openly roamed her body, sizing her up with the same distant interest one might use for a gutted fish on the chopping block.
“W-welcome.” Ivory winced internally at her stutter. She was more than used to the imposing bulk of griffons, so why did this one seem to sap all her confidence away?
The griffon didn’t answer her himself, but instead looked expectantly to the formally dressed mare standing at his side. Her uniform—for there was something about it that demanded it be called a uniform—was all clean black lines and gold buttons, with a curvaceous cut around the flanks that seemed well at odds with the long sleeves on her forelegs. Her coat was a smooth brown that reminded Ivory of milk chocolate, and her blonde mane framed her face with a rigid neatness that Ivory had never been able to capture herself.
The mare cleared her throat, extending a hoof. “Good evening. I am Mirror Image, and this is my husband, Master Gerrick. Is Miss Gloria here?”
Another pony-griffon couple? Ivory couldn’t recall if she’d ever met one besides herself and Gloria. She knew that Gloria was sometimes teased by other griffons for dating a pony; they were a proud race, and most saw ponies as beneath them.
Well, if this ‘Master Gerrick’ was open-minded enough to marry a mare, then he must not be so bad. Ivory relaxed a little, accepting Mirror’s hoof with a smile of her own. “She’s just inside! We were wondering when you’d show up, actually. I cooked dinner!”
Gerrick seemed to take this as an invitation to enter, and Ivory stumbled to the side as he brushed past her. Mirror entered more gracefully, dipping her head politely. “Apologies for our late arrival,” she said. “We had other business we had to attend to first.”
“Of course!” Ivory was finding it a little difficult to maintain her enthusiasm in the face of so much formality. Surely two pony-griffon couples meeting for dinner should be a little more familiar with each other? They should have stories to trade and questions to ask—by the end of the night, they should be best friends! “Do you eat meat? We weren’t expecting a second guest, so I only made fish.”
“Don’t worry about me, thank you,” Mirror said, walking past Ivory. “I’m not hungry.”
“Oh. Uh, alright.” Ivory tried to hide her disappointment as she closed the door and followed Mirror and Gerrick to the dining table. The griffon had already taken a seat—in Ivory’s place, no less.
Ivory was just debating whether she should say something when Gloria snapped her talons. “Ivory, fetch drinks for Master Gerrick and I. Now.”
Ivory’s eyes widened, and a shiver of excitement trickled down her spine, ending with a twitch of her tail. “Yes, mistress!”
So she was to be a serving mare today? That was exciting! And nerve-wracking. She wasn’t really sure if she was up to it, and there was a part of her—the part that was busy blushing furiously as she scampered off to the kitchen—that wanted to run to her bed and hide away. But the idea that Gloria, her mistress, had put this upon her without asking if she was okay with it was part of the thrill for Ivory Quill. To be pushed past her limits, to be ordered around in front of total strangers like an obedient pet, to be commanded without a thought to her own reservations—wasn’t this exactly what she had wanted when she’d agreed to be Gloria’s submissive little pet every hour, every day, every week?
And she was sure Gloria would give her a proper reward for her obedience later, too.
She was shivering with excitement when she returned to the table, glasses of ice water balanced on a tray on her back. She kept her gaze lowered, but she could still feel Gerrick’s eyes on her body as she set the glasses down one at a time.
“You have a very exotic servant,” he said. “Did you have her fangs filed down for disciplinary reasons?”
Gloria laughed. “Oh, no, my Ivory is very well-trained. She’s only half bat pony, so her fangs aren’t as pronounced as usual. Discipline isn’t an issue for me.”
“Discipline is always an issue,” Gerrick said. “What are these holes in her wings?”
Ivory finally mustered the courage to look up, extending a wing to show off the piercings lining her wings. “M-my gauges, sir. For when I need to be restrained.”
“Intriguing.” Gerrick stood, stepping closer, and Ivory fell back onto her haunches as he towered over her. He paused as he raised a talon, looking to Gloria. “May I?”
Gloria nodded. “Be my guest.”
Ivory bit her lip and looked away, allowing Gerrick to pull one of her wings open to examine it more closely. She glanced up, catching Gloria’s eye with a demure smile, and blushed when the corner of Gloria’s beak curled up in response.
Gerrick’s talons were dangerously sharp, the fine points sending shivers through Ivory’s body as they tickled against the thin skin of her bat wings and traced circles around the polished silver gauges set into her piercings. Did he know their purpose? Was he imagining her now, strung up from the ceiling with taut rope threaded through her wings and knotted around her legs?
“Stand up.”
Ivory stood almost without realizing, her body moving instinctively in response to the casual, unquestionable command in Gerrick’s voice. He walked around behind her, tracing over the curve of her flank, outlining her curving-quill cutie mark, and she could feel his eyes boring into the space between her legs, jockeying to catch a glimpse of the flower hidden behind her tail.
Then he actually grabbed her tail. She stiffened, stepping away sharply and turning to face him with an indignant frown. “That’s not yours.”
Gerrick blinked, apparently taken aback by her resistance, only for his surprise to be replaced with contempt an instant later. He closed the gap between them with one step, wrapping one of his big talons around her neck and squeezing tight enough to make her eyes bulge. “What did you just say to me, cunt?”
Ivory gagged, legs falling dropping and wings fluttering wildly in shock. She tried to pry his claws away with her hooves, but his grip was like iron. He glared down into her wide eyes with eyes like cold steel, unflinching, uncaring, and for a moment Ivory was certain that he would never let go, that he’d hold her there until her struggles faded to nothing and the breath left her body for good, and she could barely think past the terror that gripped her heart just as tight as his talons around her throat.
“Gerrick!” Gloria’s sharp voice cut through the air, and Gerrick let go. Ivory crumpled to the floor gasping for breath.
“What?” Gerrick looked to Gloria with a confused frown. “You saw what happened.”
“Yes, but there’s no need to be violent. She merely isn’t familiar with you is all.”
“Familiar or not, a servant mare should know her place in the world.”
Ivory shivered, rolling onto her back and looking up at the two griffons standing over her. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, bringing the sharp details of Gloria’s white feathers into focus as she kneeled down at Ivory’s side.
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.
Ivory gave a little nod. With the moment passed and Gloria’s voice in her ears, she realized she’d never been in any real danger. Gloria loved her, and she knew what Ivory’s limits were better than Ivory herself, and that was part of why Ivory loved the griffoness so much. She could always trust Gloria to expose her to exciting new experiences, to help her submit in ways she didn’t realize she was ready for, and she knew Gloria would always be there to protect her. As rough as Gerrick seemed, he was probably just playing a part under Gloria’s supervision.
And by Celestia, he was very good at playing that part. Ivory could feel the heat building between her legs, feel her marehood beginning to flush with excitement. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been dominated like that, so abruptly brought down from resistant mare to shivering toy. And she wanted more.
Ivory licked her lips, clearing her sore throat. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Good.” Gloria smiled before straightening up, turning to face Gerrick. “I’m deeply sorry for the behavior of my pet. Perhaps you’d like to play with her, to make up for her rudeness?”
“Play with her?” Gerrick cocked his head.
Gloria nodded. “Like we discussed.”
A few seconds passed where Gerrick seemed to consider this. Ivory waited silently, shivering, her wings twitching at her sides. They’d been talking about her while she was gone? Discussing using her without even considering her opinion? She bit her lip as a drop of arousal trickled down her leg.
Finally, Gerrick nodded.
He lunged, and Ivory flinched as he pulled at her mane hard enough to make her eyes water. An instant later she was being dragged across the floor, wings beating fruitlessly in protest.
“Ow, that hurts!” Ivory whined. “S-stop! Agh!” Her cries cut off with a grunt as Gerrick delivered a sharp blow to the back of her head, and for a moment she fell limp, dazed. She was vaguely aware of the sound of a door being thrown open, and then a moment of weightlessness followed by abrupt impact. When she finally blinked the stars from her eyes and got her bearings again, she was splayed out on her bed with her ass held up by the tail, cold air drifting over her nethers, and a rough pair of talons kneading at her flanks.
“P-Gloria?” Ivory twitched at the sensation of Gerrick’s tongue probing at her marehood, the hard edge of his beak nipping at the soft skin. She pulled away instinctively, but Gerrick only tightened his grip, scratching his claws through her fur and dragging her back with a possessive growl.
Gloria appeared on the other side of the bed, leaning down to Ivory’s eye level with a coy smirk. “Yes, pet?”
“He’s r-really rough.” Ivory winced, tears blurring her vision. She was used to the coarse tongue of a griffon inside her, and even enjoyed it with Gloria, but Gerrick didn’t seem to be servicing her so much as tonguefucking her, scraping over her inner walls with no regard for her own enjoyment. “I don’t like it. Y-yellow!”
Gloria frowned. “You want him to be gentler?”
Ivory nodded hastily. “Please!”
“Hmm.” Gloria narrowed her eyes. “What makes you think you get any say in it, pet?”
“W-what?” Ivory blinked, wondering if she had misheard. She’d said a safeword, but nothing was stopping!
Gloria grinned. “Forget the safewords. Forget your limits. I own you totally.” She leaned in to whisper into one of Ivory’s tufted ears, and Ivory’s eyes fluttered as her nose was buried into her henfriend’s fluffy plumage. “I’ve always known what you can take, what you need, haven’t I? I’ll take care of you, sweet pet, when you surrender yourself. And I’m not asking, either.” Her voice drifted down into the barest whisper, a soft scratch against the sensitive hairs inside Ivory’s ear. “Because I know if I asked, your little pony cunt wouldn’t be dripping and twitching with heat right now.”
Ivory let out a shuddering whimper. Sweet Celestia, she was right! She hated the feeling of Gerrick’s careless beak and violent tongue, and that was why she loved being forced to endure it, lying on the bed a shivering mess as her mistress cradled her head in tender talons. They were beyond safewords now, and with that thought pain blended into pleasure. She was just her mistress’s pet, utterly helpless in a way she’d never truly experienced before, and the sensation was so wonderful that she could barely breathe.
Gerrick’s tongue was joined by a claw, and she bit her lip and clenched tight around him, eyes fluttering as her pussy squeezed around the sharp tip. He scratched at her tunnel in a way that made her eyes burn with lecherous pain, her breath devolving into a series of rapid, shallow moans.
“There’s a good girl,” Gloria cooed, stroking at Ivory’s mane. “Now let’s put that cute mouth of yours to use.”
She reared up, balancing with her wings as she lifted a hind leg onto the bed next to Ivory’s head. The familiar scent of Gloria’s lust pierced the fog over Ivory’s mind like a knife, and she angled her face to the side, allowing herself to be pressed firmly against her owner’s gaping cunt.
Ivory moaned as her eyes fluttered up, her mind falling back into the sweet, hot haze of submission. She was just a tool for the entertainment of her masters, a writhing, empty-headed mare to grind against and tease, jerking and whining with pain and pleasure. She buried her tongue in Gloria’s body like a dying mare in the desert, sating her thirst with the crisp, tangy heat of the griffon’s nectar. Gerrick pulled his beak out of her cunt and she was vaguely aware of his deep voice speaking, but she couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. When he scraped his claws along her side hard enough to draw blood and settled his weight onto her back, she didn’t complain—she shivered with anticipation.
She wanted him to hurt her. She’d heard stories from other mares about the big, painful cocks of griffons, how they’d swell up inside you as they came, so big it’d bring tears to your eyes and make you feel about to burst. On any other day if a griffon male had propositioned her she’d blush and turn him down for fear of the thing between his legs, and even now she’d probably do the same—but that’s what made it so hot. She didn’t want to be speared on a rod of hot, pulsing meat bigger than anything her body was made for, but she didn’t have a choice when she was pinned down on her bed with one set of claws gripping her ass like a vice and another grinding her muzzle into her henfriend’s cunt. She was anxious, maybe even afraid, but Gloria was there to watch over her, and she trusted Gloria with her life. With that trust, she was free to fear and struggle and scream, and sweet Celestia, she was going to have the best orgasm of her life.
And then he was inside her. She was so caught up in her imagination that it took a few seconds for her mind to catch up with abrupt reality. He hadn’t bothered with slicking his cockhead with her winking marehood or teasing her with the tip or giving her time to adjust—he’d already entered her fully, the knot at the base of his cock pressing up against her clenching cunt, all in one breathtaking thrust.
There was a second of stillness. Ivory’s whole body went taut as it struggled to comprehend the sheer fullness, her legs going weak and her pussy squeezing around the invader inside her, exploring every barb and ridge. She let out a low, throaty moan as Gloria continued to grind against her, eyes rolling back.
And then, just as the first thoughts drifted back to her head and her eyes refocused on Gloria’s smiling, white-feathered face, and she finally began to breathe in again—Gerrick’s talons wrapped tight in her mane. She cried out as he jerked her head back, bringing tears to her eyes, and pulled his cock out.
“Oh, b-buck.” Ivory shuddered as the barbs around his cock caught against her inner walls, sending shocks of lightning through her body that made her hooves tingle. She could feel his breath in her ear. Heard him let out a gruff snort.
Again he thrust into her, but this time he didn’t stop. Ivory’s mouth hung open in a silent scream as he pounded her cunt with abandon, filling her ears with the smack of their bodies. By the third thrust her pussy was already sore, each body-rocking pump making her wince with pain. She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t—she could see Gloria watching with open-mouthed lust, the griffoness working her clit with a single claw—and with each helpless whimper she came closer to the edge.
Gloria came closer, filling Ivory’s vision. “Having fun, pet?”
Ivory couldn’t muster any words. All she could do was release a jerky moan as she looked up into her henfriend’s beautiful blue eyes.
Gloria giggled. “Good.” She cradled Ivory’s cheek with one talon, slipping a claw past her lips.
Ivory sucked at it eagerly, tasting more of Gloria’s arousal. She loved that taste. She loved knowing that her pleasure, her pain, was enough to make her mistress wet. She wanted more.
“I have an idea,” Gloria cooed, extracting her claw. “I hope you’re ready to cum.”
Ivory managed a weak nod, and Gloria smiled as she slowly slid down to Ivory’s neck, nipping at the tender skin. Ivory shivered, fully aware of the dangerous, predatory nature of her lover, of the fact that her life could be ended with one twitch of Gloria’s beak—but she didn’t stop there. Instead she went lower, tickling at the fluff on Ivory’s chest.
Gloria hummed mischievously. “Hold her up, Gerrick.”
Gerrick grunted, wrapping his claws around Ivory’s throat. Ivory grimaced as her head was pulled painfully back, lifting her forehooves up off the bed and curving her spine back so far she could barely breathe between his vicious thrusts, each one threatening to break her in two.
Gloria continued to work her way down Ivory’s exposed body, licking at the fur of her belly and stopping to suck at each of Ivory’s swaying teats. Ivory’s eyes widened as she realized her henfriend’s plan, and an instant later she felt the hard ridges of Gloria’s beak pinching around her swollen clit.
Ivory squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in short, moaning gasps as Gloria worked her clit. It was one of the griffoness’s favorite techniques, and Ivory’s too. Gloria squeezed gently with her beak as she flicked her tongue against the pulsing nub, each movement rocking Ivory’s body with a fresh wave of pain and pleasure, stoking the heat in her core until the pressure was unbearable, leaving her a mindless, gasping mess, wordlessly begging her mistress for release.
Ivory’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. The pleasure rushed out to her twitching hooves, the tips of her fluttering wings, to her ears pinned back against her head and out through her mouth in an uncontrollable, shivering scream. Her pussy clamped around Gerrick’s cock, holding it tightly inside her as marecum spurted out onto the bedsheets, each convulsion sending another tingling wave of electricity through her body.
Her mind went blank. For a precious moment she trembled, body numb between the lightning strikes of her orgasm.
And then Gloria tightened her grip on Ivory’s clit, twisted her head, and pulled.
Ivory shrieked. She jerked and struggled, but Gerrick held her firm, choking her with his grip on her throat. She fought like an animal, barely comprehending as she desperately tried to stop the overwhelming pain filling her head, but it grew worse, building and building to a sudden sharp peak of agony that stabbed into Ivory’s mind and left her writhing and screaming, devoid of all rational thought.
Ivory didn’t know how long she stayed that way, fighting against Gerrick’s grip as he continued to fuck her. Time lost all meaning to her. All she knew was that when her screams died down into weak groans and she blinked away the tears enough to see and she was finally able to look around and think again, Gloria was sitting patiently in front of her.
Gloria smiled. Her white feathers were stained red, and a long tendril of pink flesh dangled from her beak. She tossed her head back—Ivory flinched as flecks of blood struck her face—and swallowed it whole.
“P-Gloria?” Ivory sniffled. Gerrick continued to thrust behind her, sending fresh waves of pain up her spine, but she was too weak to fight. “I… I’m n-not having f-fun anymore.”
“Oh, I know, hun,” Gloria cooed, meeting Ivory’s eyes. Her smile only grew wider. “And I don’t care.”
“H-huh?” Ivory blinked. “But…”
She yelped as Gerrick suddenly pulled out of her, letting her drop limply to the bed. An instant later he flipped her onto her back, legs splayed out at her sides, and shoved back into her cunt. She cried out in pain, trying to rise up, but he shoved her back down, his claws tightening around her throat with a threatening growl.
“I’m tired of us, Ivory.” Gloria sighed as she settled in at Ivory’s side, watching fresh tears bud in her eyes. “You’ve been fun, but I’m tired of being mocked by other griffons for being with a pony.” She paused, stealing a smirking glance down to where Gerrick continued to pound Ivory’s cunt, spraying flecks of frothy blood through the air with every thrust. “And I admit I miss the feeling of being filled with a proper griffon cock.”
“But…” Ivory couldn’t breathe. Her eyes bulged as her lungs began to burn, screaming for air. Why was Gloria doing this? They were in love!
“Shh.” Gloria smiled. “It’ll all be over soon. Gerrick’s maid has experience with cooking pony, apparently. I admit I’ve never tasted any before, but I think as long as we’re snuffing you out I may as well try some.” Her tongue darted out, licking the blood off her cheeks. “And your clit was very juicy, after all.”
Ivory shook her head as darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision. She didn’t understand. All the pain she’d just gone through, even with the pulsing burning in her maimed cunt as Gerrick’s thrusts grew fiercer, paled in comparison to the aching in her heart. Did Gloria not love her anymore? Why would she decide on this? They could’ve talked it out, or broken up like a normal couple, or—
Gloria shivered, reaching a claw down to play with herself. “Oh, Ivory, the look on your face… are you confused? Trying to figure things out with the brain in that stupid little head of yours?” She leaned in close, whispering into Ivory’s ear. “You’ve always been so clingy, darling. Following me around like a lost puppy. Simply kicking you out and breaking up would be so messy, you know. I’d have to deal with your whinging and crying and all the gossip at work. But this? A crazed murderer breaking into our home and snuffing you out makes things easy for me. But most importantly…”
She traced a razor sharp talon up around the curve of Ivory’s neck. “I’m going to cum so hard while I watch you die.”
The talon sliced through Ivory’s skin just as Gerrick hilted inside her, his knot swelling with blood. Ivory’s eyes shot wide open as her throat was ripped open, precious blood dribbling out to stain her pale blue coat even as thick jets of hot cum were pumped into her cunt.
“Let her go, Gerrick.” Gloria sat up straight, holding Ivory’s teary gaze. “I want to see her dance.”
He grunted, releasing Ivory’s neck and instead pulling her hips back towards him with both talons. He continued to grind against her bleeding pussy as he came, filling her to the brim until the pink, frothy mixture inside her began to leak out onto the bed. Ivory was vaguely aware of her cunt convulsing around his length, but spared it little thought as she struggled vainly to survive, hooves flying up to try and stop the blood shooting from her throat even as she sucked in a gurgling, bubbly breath.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” Gloria rolled onto her belly, sticking her ass up and flicking her tail at Gerrick’s cheek. “Fuck me! I want to cum while I watch her die.”
Gerrick frowned. Ivory bucked her hips wildly against him. “I’m still knotted.”
“And?” Gloria reached back to spread her ass cheeks, taunting him with her wet pussy. “Are you gonna let a dying pony’s body keep you from this?”
Gerrick seemed to consider this for a moment. With a nod, he dug his talons into Ivory’s pussy above his cock, tearing up through her belly so he could pull out. Ivory barely even noticed—she was fading fast, her struggles weakening as her body drained of blood. All she could do was focus on holding Gloria’s gaze, unable to look away as the darkness began to consume the last of her vision.
The last thing Ivory saw was her henfriend being mounted by the griffon that had fucked her as she died, and her final thought was of pain, heartbroken at the betrayal of the one she’d loved more than anything.
“Oh, I think she’s gone now.” Gloria hummed in satisfaction as she came down from her orgasm, pressing back into Gerrick’s weight. “Poor little thing. You were so rough with her.”
“Does it matter? She’s just another mare.” Gerrick’s cock fell out of her with a lewd slurp, dripping cum and blood. “What was her name again?”
Gloria giggled. She rolled onto her back next to Ivory’s corpse, watching its last twitches with wide eyes. Her neck was still bleeding, soaking into the bed around her pale face along with her tears and Gloria’s cum. Her pussy looked like an open wound; what little of it hadn’t been torn or bruised by Gerrick’s violent rutting had been maimed by his talons. Gloria couldn’t resist the temptation to lean in and give it one long, last lick, sampling the flavorful mix of hot blood and cum.
Gerrick let out a satisfied sigh as he slid off the bed. “This your first time?”
“Could you tell?” Gloria smirked. “That was amazing. And you do this often?”
“Every day or two at least.”
“Wow.” Gloria closed her eyes as she continued to play with her pussy, reliving it all in her memories. “How was she, compared to your usual?”
“Nothing special. I would’ve preferred more of a struggle.” Gerrick shrugged before walking around the bed. He dragged Ivory’s body closer, leaving her head to hang limply off the edge of the bed before stuffing his cock into her open muzzle. The quiet squelching of her throat was accompanied by a bulge in her neck as he cleaned himself off in her mouth.
Gloria watched with interest. “And what do you do with the bodies?”
“Eat them. Unless I’m not hungry.” He shrugged again, pulling himself out of Ivory’s mouth and wiping himself in her mane. “Which reminds me. Mirror!”
Gloria blinked. She’d almost forgotten about the quiet mare that had stood at Gerrick’s side when he arrived. The bedroom door opened with a soft click as she stepped inside and dipped her head. “Sir.”
“Take care of this.” Gerrick waved a wing to the corpse on the bed. “I imagine the fish is cold by now, so we can just have her instead. Is that fine with you, Ms. Gloria?”
“Oh, already?” Gloria hadn’t stopped fingering herself throughout the whole conversation. She clacked her beak thoughtfully as she looked at the body. She was already beginning to miss the rush of power when she’d watched the mare die, and she stole a glance towards Mirror, imagining how she’d look as a corpse.
“I can see you’re hungry for more.” Gerrick jerked his head towards Mirror. “Do you want her?”
Gloria’s eyes widened. Had it been that obvious? “Right now? Isn’t she yours?” She saw Mirror purse her lips, but the mare showed no sign of running.
“I have plenty more.” Gerrick was already making for the door. “I think I’ll go look through those dossiers you provided. Have fun.”
He left before Gloria could muster a response. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her and Mirror on their own.
Gloria watched Mirror curiously, waiting to see how she’d react to apparently being left to die to a horny predator. Mirror stared back in thin-lipped silence.
“Aren’t you going to run?” Gloria asked.
Mirror didn’t hesitate even a second. “Would you like me to run?”
Gloria cocked her head. The unexpected response intrigued her. “Don’t you want to live?”
“Of course.”
“Then you should run.”
Mirror’s lips tightened. “I’ll run if you want me to.”
Gloria slid off the bed. She stalked closer, tail flicking behind her. “So you want to live, but if your master orders you… you die?”
“My wishes are irrelevant,” Mirror said. “Do with me as you will.”
Gloria stood in silence for a moment, waiting for some crack in the mare’s facade, but none came. She remained completely still and composed, waiting patiently.
Gloria decided she wanted to see just how long that would last.
“Come here.” Gloria beckoned, leading Mirror over to the bed, and pointed to the cooling corpse lying in its blood. “Eat her pussy.”
Mirror climbed onto the bed without hesitation. She grabbed Ivory’s hind legs, pausing only a moment to examine the mangled mess of meat that was once Ivory’s marehood, and then bent down and began to lick.
Gloria watched with fascination. She’d never seen a pony so comfortable with a bloody corpse in her life. Mirror moved smoothly and confidently, licking globs of pink cum out of Ivory and swallowing before moving up to the bloody mess where her clit had been. She slipped her tongue into the wound with a loud slurp, nibbling softly.
Gloria’s eyes widened. She slipped a talon down between her legs, stoking her own arousal, and let out a quiet coo when Mirror raised her rear into the air and flicked her tail up, revealing her own flushed marehood.
Gloria certainly wasn’t going to turn down the invitation. She leaned in, licking at Mirror’s cunt and receiving a muffled moan in return. Mirror pressed back into her, not pulling away even when Gloria pinched her clit hard with her beak.
Gloria considered biting it off, but decided she’d rather do something different. She didn’t get to snuff cute mares every day, after all; it would be a waste to kill them both the same way. So instead she drew back, licking her beak, and laced the fingers of one talon through Mirror’s mane. Slowly, she pressed down.
Mirror didn’t put up any fight. She continued licking as her head was pressed firmly between Ivory’s legs, and didn’t stop even when her muzzle popped into Ivory’s pussy. Could she still breathe, Gloria wondered?
She hoped not.
Gloria moaned softly as she fingered herself with her other talon. Perhaps a minute passed in relative quiet, broken only by quiet, feminine sounds of excitement and the wet slurps of Ivory’s corpse.
And then Mirror tried to lift her head.
Gloria smiled. This was what she’d been waiting for! She leaned in, pressing harder as she began to grind against her knuckles, nodding encouragingly as Mirror fought back. The mare’s hooves scrabbled for purchase beneath her, and Gloria dove in with two quick, sharp bites, hamstringing her.
Mirror didn’t scream even as blood began to drip down her legs. She fought in silence, eyes widening, then rolling back into her head. Her cheeks turned blue as the oxygen deprivation grew worse, and Gloria reached around with a wingtip to feel the wild pounding of her heart. Her lion tail flicked behind her in anticipation as she edged herself, waiting for the critical moment.
Finally, Mirror’s legs went limp under her. Every muscle in her body convulsed in one final, desperate bid for oxygen. Even her cunt winked wildly, expelling a splash of marecum for Gloria to lick up.
“Oh, yes!” Gloria squealed as her second orgasm hit her, pussy tightening around the claw buried inside. She bit into Mirror’s leg to muffle herself as she rocked her hips, grinding against her palm and riding the wave of ecstasy that tingled out through her body.
It wasn’t as strong as the first orgasm. Maybe it was because Mirror hadn’t put up any real fight, or maybe it was because Gloria couldn’t get off on betraying a mare she’d just met. Whatever the cause, when Gloria finally came down from her high and took a deep breath, Mirror Image was dead. Her body twitched weakly, muzzle still buried in Ivory’s corpse.
Gloria let out a breathy laugh. She’d grown bored of pony mares while dating Ivory Quill, but now she was beginning to see them in a new light. Maybe there was something unique they could offer after all.
She turned to the door with a dopey smile on her beak. She’d already collected a whole folder of noponies for Gerrick, the lonely, the hated, or the forgotten, ponies that could simply vanish one night and the whole world would keep ticking without even blinking. She’d only seen it as business like any other before, but now…
Well, she didn’t have a needy marefriend to take care of anymore. That would free up a lot of time.
Author's Note
Written for an anonymous commissioner!
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