Author's Note

CONTAINS: A cute, confident guardsmare, a maniac with a razor blade, consensual snuff, non-consensual snuff, knife play, exsanguination, throatfucking, creampies, a once-confident guardsmare begging for her life, decapitation, necrophilia, and more gullible ponies.

V: Master Gerrick Assists Local Law Enforcement

Equestrians were strange creatures.

Where Mirror Image came from, it was normal for a pony to disappear without a trace. You lived your life as best you could and tried not to think about it, but there were always reminders that you lived or died at the whims of whichever griffon lived in the nearest keep or manor. If you were lucky, your friends or family would be taken formally, herded off to the lord’s home as part of the village’s livestock tax. In other cases they would just go out one day and never come home, nothing to mark their trail but some dried blood and maybe a stray limb, and after a time you’d give up on ever seeing them again.

The Equestrians were different. They were concerned when another pony didn’t show up where expected, almost as if it were a griffon that had disappeared. It made sense in retrospect, but Mirror had still been a little surprised when a Royal Guard walked into the brothel, all sternness and questions.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m Corporal Skyline.” She’d introduced herself with a quick nod, casting a narrow-eyed glance towards the empty furniture in the foyer. “I’m here for your protection.”

She was a fit pegasus mare, with a tropical blue coat and a short, striped mane of pale pinks. Her armor was well-polished and she hefted her spear with practiced ease, weapon and wielder alike always standing at attention. She asked questions, mentioning that a case had been opened for the missing whores after one was found dead in a cave out of town, and Mirror gave the answers she’d practiced previously.

“Miss Sabre and Miss Blossom are fine to my knowledge,” she’d said. “They went on a vacation to Fillydelphia, and hired me to cover for them.”

As much as Mirror had been surprised to find a guardsmare at the door that morning, she’d been even more surprised when said guardsmare had accepted her story at face value.

And yet she had. The concept that Mirror may have been lying didn’t even seem to cross the Corporal’s mind. The interrogation lasted for only a few more questions before sliding into friendly smalltalk, and as Mirror learned more about the mare the lack of suspicion began to make sense. She was the only Royal Guard in the little village of Wandering Pines, more familiar with rescuing cats from trees or tracking down unruly children than dealing with abductions or murders. She’d already sent a missive for a full squad to come investigate, and in the meantime had taken it on herself to protect the pony she saw as most likely to be a next victim—Mirror Image.

Still, the timing was inconvenient. Master Gerrick and one of Mirror’s copies had yet to come back from disposing of last night’s kills in the wilderness, so she was left on her own and with no way to warn them. She couldn’t leave without raising suspicion, and despite Mirror’s attempts to get the guardsmare to take up a more active method of investigation—certainly more active than sitting in the whorehouse foalsitting a grown mare—Corporal Skyline would only smile, assure Mirror that this was the best place for her to be at the moment, and stubbornly refuse to leave.

Mirror was pacing in the backroom, trying to figure out some plan, when the sound of the front door opening caught her attention. She perked up and leaned an ear against the suite door in hopes of hearing her master’s voice.

“Oh, Hatter.” Skyline’s voice was muffled by the wood, but still clearly audible. “Hadn’t expected to see you here today.”

“Eyup, miduck.” The voice that answered her was male, but lacked the bass of a grown stallion. It spoke in a dialect Mirror didn’t recognize and was overflowing with cocky swagger. “Where’s Sabre at, then? Or yew coverin’ fer ‘er today?” A hoof pounded against the bartop in the foyer, making the door rattle against Mirror’s ear. “Ay, Sabre! Git out here ‘n lemme spot that thick plotta yers!”

Mirror frowned as she struggled to parse the thick accent, but it was clear she was being summoned. She stepped back and straightened her mane before pulling the door open.

A grey unicorn stallion was leaned over the bar, his baggy eyes shaded by the brim of a red-banded bowler hat and his body wrapped in a collared red trench coat. His eyes widened as he saw her, but he recovered quickly, greeting her with a sleazy grin while his gaze roamed freely over her body.

“Wot’s this, then? Sabre git a new bird since my last visit?” He winked in a way he clearly thought was very charming, straightening his collar with a hoof. “Usually Cherry’s th’ one t’ polish my knob, but I reckon I’ll try new meat today. Innit Sabre around?”

Mirror smiled politely, noting that he’d sharpened his teeth to fine points. Annoying as this stallion was, he was still a customer, and a good maid didn’t let personal feelings get in the way of her master’s orders. “Sabre’s not available at the moment, sir. I’m the only mare here today.”

“Skyline’s sittin’ right over there, innit?” He grinned, glancing back at the guardsmare and licking his lips. “How ‘bout both of ya’s come upstairs and we’ll make it a right party?”

Skyline frowned. “You know I don’t work here, Hatter.”

“Fella’s gotta try, ay?” Hatter tipped his hat before turning back to Mirror. “Right, then. Usual rate fer a shag?”

“The price is raised.” Mirror’s smile grew a little wider as his brow furrowed. “A hundred bits.”

“Hundred bits?! Yew dirty sod! It’s s’posed to be just fifty! Where’s Sabre at, then?” He pounded his hoof against the bar, raising his voice towards the matron’s suite. “Ay, Sabre! This bird’s tryna cheat me out here, she is!”

“Miss Sabre’s not here,” Mirror said evenly. “She and Miss Blossom are on vacation. You can always wait until they come back.”

Hatter growled, but reached for his pockets nonetheless. “Straight burglary, innit, takin’ advantage of a nice fella like me. Here it is, then!” He hefted a coinpurse into view, emptying nearly all its contents onto the bar before shoving it back into his coat. “Go on ‘n count ‘em. I’ll be waitin’ up in Cherry’s room, ‘n no lollygaggin’!”

With one last hungry look to both mares in the room, Hatter turned sharply and stomped up the stairs, his trench coat flapping in his wake, muttering all the while.

Corporal Skyline sighed, shaking her head slowly. “I’m sorry about him. He’s already scared off all the mares in town, so Night Sabre and her girls are kind of his lifeline.”

“It’s fine,” Mirror said, quickly counting the bits before sliding them into her bag behind the bar. “I’d better go to see him, though. Let me show you out.”

The guardsmare smiled, but didn’t move. “That’s fine, miss. I’ll wait down here and make sure nopony tries to sneak in while you’re distracted. Oh, and—” she glanced up towards the stairs, pursing her lips “—be careful with him. He carries a razor blade everywhere he goes.”

Mirror’s ears perked up. Maybe this stallion would be a little interesting, after all. “Thank you.”

It was just a short walk upstairs, and Mirror put on a polite but teasing smile as she slipped into the room that the now-deceased Cherry Blossom had worked out of. It wasn’t as lavish as Night Sabre’s suite nor as personalized as Earthly Mellow’s; there was just a plain bed, a window with flower-pattern drapes, and a mirror and dresser in one corner for touching up between customers.

Hatter was nowhere to be seen, however. Mirror stepped further inside, her smile faltering. Had he gone to the wrong room?

She gasped as a hoof slid around her from behind, pulling her chin up and exposing her throat. The tinkle of magic reached her ears, and an instant later a gleaming razor blade floated up in front of her, glowing a soft green.

“Was wonderin’ when yew’d get here,” Hatter growled into her ear. His coat was soft, more like a mare’s than a stallion’s. “Ready t’ have some fun, then?”

He pressed his lips hard against her neck, her legs going weak from the sudden, wet pressure of his tongue, and she stiffened at the prickling of sharp teeth on her skin. He held her firm, keeping her from falling onto the razor blade held to her throat.

Mirror's eyes fluttered, her thoughts hazy past the shock of the sudden kiss. Was he going to kill her?

Finally he pulled the blade away and let her go, and she fell to the floor with a breathy moan, clutching at her neck.

"Hope ya don't mind if I play with my fav'rit toy." Hatter walked around to her front, smirking down at her past his razor blade and showing the sharpened points of his teeth. "Don't yew worry, I won't leave no lastin' marks. Sabre'll knock me head in if I damage 'er girls."

Mirror looked up at him with parted lips, still trying to catch her breath, and he snickered as he undid the belt of his trench coat.

She flinched as something warm and heavy slapped against her face. Mirror blinked, muzzle scrunching as she focused on the turgid cock resting between her eyes, a dab of musky arousal already leaking out to dampen her fur. She breathed deeply, drawing in the musky scent of his balls draped over her nose, and her body responded automatically, her tongue extending to curl around one of the smooth black orbs and pull it between her lips.

Hatter chuckled above her. “Well trained, ain’t ya?”

Mirror could only answer a quiet moan in response. She closed her eyes, relishing the salty, masculine taste of his balls against her tongue before craning her head back, tasting all along his length, feeling the pulsing veins under his velvety skin under her lips. She didn’t stop until she reached the tip, swirling her tongue around the thick ridge of his cockhead, and opened her mouth to accept him inside her.

She blinked when he pulled back, leaving her lying on the floor with her mouth gaping and pussy swelling and nothing to suck on.

“Lemme get cozy first, ay?” Hatter smirked, letting his trench coat fall to the floor before turning and climbing onto the bed. He reclined onto his back with a groan, tipping his hat back and spreading his legs before beckoning to her with a twirl of his floating razor blade. “C’mere, mare.”

Mirror stood slowly, finally able to think clearly again. Everything had happened so fast—the blade to her throat, the kiss to the sensitive spot on her neck that made her eyes flutter and her legs go weak, the scent and sight of his cock in her face—she could barely remember it all. One second she’d been stepping into the room, resigned to boring sex with this strange Equestrian, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, mouth open and tongue out, ready to be used by the male that had so easily conquered her.

She took a deep breath as her pussy winked, leaving a drop of hot arousal to trickle down her thighs. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned as she climbed onto the bed and crawled up between his legs, prostrating herself beneath his towering stallionhood. She went to kiss at the base of his shaft, gasping as he wrapped a hoof around her horn and pulled her head up sharply, exposing her neck.

“Yew got such a pretty lil’ neck,” he said, tracing a path under her chin with the sharp edge of the razor. “I’d love t’ see it bleed.”

Mirror gulped, her heart pounding against her chest. This stallion was like Gerrick, she realized; she was just a toy to him, something to fuck and tease, and most likely the only thing keeping him from slitting her throat right now was the knowledge that he’d spend the rest of his days in a dungeon for murder. She held his gaze, not shying back from the blade, as her tail twitched higher. “If you pay, you can.”

Hatter’s brow furrowed. “Wot?”

“Another two hundred bits.” She leaned forwards, wincing as the blade bit into her skin and drew a trickle of blood, and planted a kiss against his shaft. “And you can do anything you want with me.”

He frowned, but she could feel his interest in the way his cock pulsed under her lips. “Yer mad. What’d’yew get outta it?”

“What I get out of it doesn’t matter.” Mirror began to kiss her way up his shaft, working towards his tip. Would he take the offer? She moaned around him as her marehood winked against the bedsheets, begging to be filled. “I do what my Master tells me.”

He didn’t say anything, only narrowing his eyes in confusion. She held his gaze as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and pressed her tongue up against it, tasting more of his salty pre.

She could feel his legs tense beneath her as she gently suckled at his tip, watching the way his eyes twitched and his lips parted. She smiled around his cock, snaking a hoof down between her legs and wetting it against her marehood before bringing it up to his balls, rubbing her arousal onto the heavy orbs.

“A-agh.” He moaned, his magic wavering around the razor. “F-fine! Crazy whore er not, yew gots a deal. Money’s in my coat.”

Mirror hummed, drawing another halting groan from him, and grabbed his coat from off the floor. She gave it an experimental shake, ear flicking at the jingling of bits inside, and fished the proper amount out of the pockets. She floated the coins in front of her, never pulling her lips off his length, and counted them in silence.

“It’s enough, ay?” Hatter twitched under her, clenching his jaw.

She looked back to him, neatly floating the bits off onto the dresser, and—drawing in a deep breath through her nostrils—swallowed his tip into her throat.

Hatter groaned, his hoof wrapping around the back of her head and pulling her down, feeding her his cock one inch at a time. She continued to hold his gaze as she drew him in deeper, her throat flexing around him with lewd slurps, bulging out against the razor blade.

The blade floated to her cheek, and Mirror flinched as the very tip sank into her skin. His eyes lit up as he drew it across her face, leaving a trail of drooping red blood in its wake, and he thrust his hips up into her face, causing her to gag as he hilted inside her. He gave her no time to rest, barely pulling out before slamming back in twice as hard.

Mirror gagged, bracing herself against his legs as he bucked her face in earnest. He gave her very little time to breath between thrusts, and just as she thought she had adjusted to his rhythm he brought the razor around once more, digging it into her face just under the first cut, harder and deeper.

She cried out at the unexpected pain, losing her concentration and wasting precious breath. The razor came again and again, opening her skin in a dozen different places, leaving her face a bloody, patchwork mess, blood flying free to splatter against his coat each time he slammed her head down against his balls. She panicked, trying to push herself off, but he held her tight, slicing open her forelegs so that any attempt to escape only rewarded her with more pain.

She surrendered herself to his bloodthirst, going limp in his grip, twitching and whining around his swelling cock as darkness crept in at the edge of her vision. Her body faded away, every sensation escaping her but for a foggy weightlessness, Hatter’s manic grin, and the thick rod of meat jammed into her muzzle, depositing more and more creamy pre to trickle down her convulsing throat. She lost track of time as her eyes fluttered closed before suddenly shooting wide open again, and she’d spend a couple seconds retching and struggling before drifting off once more.

Mirror didn’t know how long she spent like that. It stretched on seemingly forever, and when she finally managed to suck in a heaving, choking gasp of air, she was on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

She blinked, licking her dry lips and tasting the iron of her own blood mixed with the salty tang of Hatter’s excitement. A quiet moan escaped her as her pussy winked, a deluge of marecum dripping into her tail.

“Havin’ fun, ay?” Hatter appeared above her, his sharp teeth exposed in a crimson grin. Mirror’s leg twitched as she felt his cock slap down against her cunt. “Me too.”

He pressed inside her all at once, forcing a stuttering moan from her lips. She was still dazed from the throatfuck and weak from blood loss, and she could do little more than lie there as he fucked her, weak gasps of pleasure escaping her as the waves of ecstasy from her pussy clashed with the pain radiating from her wounds. She didn’t have the energy for much, but she managed a whimper when she felt the razor against her sensitive teats. A second later it dug into the soft flesh, scoring a deep gash right across her nipple.

Mirror’s whole body clenched as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Hatter giggled above her, already lining the razor up for another cut. “Ah, thas a good clench. Let’s get another, ay?”

He pulled out until only his very tip was left inside her before beginning the next cut. Mirror winced, her marehood tightening reflexively in response, and he grabbed her hips in both hooves before forcing himself deep inside her with a satisfied groan.

He did it again and again, Mirror helpless to do anything but let out weak moans as he sliced her open inches at a time, opening a fresh wound before every pump of his hips to make her clench around him. She lost track before long—she was only vaguely aware as he left her bloodied teats and moved up to her belly, cutting deep gouges across her barrel. By the time he reached her neck, her limbs had gone cold and numb. She stared up at him with heavy, lidded eyes as he pressed the razor to her throat, her body rocking with each wild thrust of his cock into her cunt.

“It’s been fun,” he hissed, teeth clenched. She winced as his cock flared deep inside her, the only thing she could feel apart from the hundred cuts he’d opened across her body. “But I reckon ye’re all spent.”

His balls tightened as he hilted himself, grinding against her marehood with a strained groan, and the warm seed he pumped into her cunt felt like fire compared to her cold body. Then the razor dug into her throat, and the last of her blood bubbled out in a weak gurgle, and she faded away, his cum dripping down onto her tail the last thing she ever felt.

“Sir?”

Gerrick looked to his side, where Mirror was walking next to him. “Yes?”

“The original’s dead,” she said. “I’ve just inherited her magic.”

“Oh?” He paused, scanning the street. They’d just come back into town around afternoon, and a few pedestrians were walking past with curious looks. How far had word spread of the missing whores? It was unlikely any of these Equestrians would have the stomach to kill Mirror for sport, so perhaps she’d been accused of murder and executed? No, that didn’t seem right; Equestrians didn’t believe in capital punishment.

Whatever the case, something had happened at the brothel during his absence. “Stay out of sight for now. I’ll go investigate.”

“Yes, sir.”

It took less than a minute for him to reach the brothel, and nothing looked out of place from outside. Confident he could handle anything that might await inside, he pushed the door open and strode through like he owned the place—which, as far as he was concerned, he did.

A pegasus guardsmare was waiting in the foyer, flipping through a magazine splayed out on the bar. She looked up, greeting him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, sir. Miss Mirror is busy with a customer at the moment, but I’m sure she’d be willing to see you once she’s done.”

Gerrick arched a brow. Truthfully, the concept of a pony soldier was somewhat comical to him. They were so small and soft, and the extra naivete he’d witnessed from Equestrians made it even more laughable. The mare was clearly trained—she had a spear nestled in the crook of one leg that she moved with confident ease—and yet when he looked at her he didn’t see a soldier. He saw a toy.

He didn’t return her smile. “What are you doing here?”

She blinked, closing the magazine and straightening up. “There have been some disappearances. I’ve appointed myself as Miss Mirror’s bodyguard, to ensure nothing happens to her until a team from Canterlot can arrive to investigate.”

“Appointed yourself?” Gerrick stalked up to the bar, towering over her. “Who’s your superior?”

She narrowed her eyes, craning her neck to meet his gaze without flinching. “I’m the only Guard garrisoned in this village. I report directly to Canterlot.”

“I see.” Gerrick nodded, looking away. He had thought he’d have more time before the officials got involved. Still, it was fortunate that this mare was the only one so far. He could get her out of the picture quickly, then leave before her reinforcements showed up. “I’m going to talk to Mirror.”

“Ah, sir?” The guardsmare ran around the bar, stepping in front of him before he could start up the stairs. “She’s with a customer. She’ll be down shortly.”

Gerrick’s tail flicked behind him, and for a moment he entertained the thought of killing her right then. But he didn’t know what had happened to Mirror yet, and he didn’t want to risk someone out in the street spotting such an act. “What’s your name?”

“Corporal Skyline.” The guardsmare clicked her hooves in a quick salute. “And I can’t let you up these stairs.”

Gerrick clacked his beak in irritation. There was a sudden thud from upstairs, and Skyline’s ears perked up as she turned towards it curiously.

Gerrick shoved past her while she was distracted, knocking her to the side.

“Hey!” Skyline called. He could hear her hooves against the wood as she gave chase, but he was already at the door the thud had come from. “Stop!”

He ignored her, pushing the door open, and was immediately hit by the enticing scent of blood.

Mirror Image was sprawled out on the floor, her head limp and her eyes half-lidded as if she was falling asleep. A skinny, grey-coated unicorn stallion in a bowler hat stood behind her, holding her ass up with two hooves, frozen with his cock hilted deep in her cunt and a razor blade floating beside him. That was about what Gerrick had expected to see.

What he hadn’t expected was the countless red gashes criss-crossing her body. Her face was covered in a checkerboard of bloodless cuts, and the rest of her body was no better. It looked like a maniac had used her coat as a canvas, carving geometric patterns and simple shapes into every available space until she was more wounded than whole, the flesh under her fur pale and clammy and her blood splattered across every surface. He saw it pooled on the bed and the floor and staining the ceiling, and Gerrick was reminded of some of the butcher shops he’d been to in his homeland, where mares could be found strung up from hooks and bled with similar thoroughness.

“Hatter!” The guardsmare gasped from out in the hall, squeezing past Gerrick with mouth agape. She leveled her spear on him without hesitation, wings flaring. “What did you do?!”

“Uhh.” The stallion looked from Gerrick, to Skyline, to Mirror’s corpse, still speared on his cock. He stepped back with a nervous giggle, the razor blade floating out of sight behind him. “So, I know this looks bad…”

Mirror’s corpse fell over with a quiet wheeze. A trickle of cum dripped out of her, swirling into the blood.

“You’ve gone mad!” Skyline stepped forwards, keeping her spear aimed square at his heart. “Well, madder than normal! You’re under arrest!”

“Whoa, hey!” Hatter raised his hooves to ward off her accusation, though the effect was somewhat lessened by his still-stiff erection. “I paid ‘er, right? She said I could do it!”

“Like I’ll believe that!” Skyline scoffed. “On the ground! Don’t make me do this the hard way!”

“Naw, Skyline, c’mon.” Hatter glanced helplessly towards Gerrick, then back to her. “I swear, it’s true!”

Gerrick snorted, watching with idle curiosity as the two Equestrians argued. He didn’t think it was possible for a pony to do anything like this, but then it seemed Equestrians always surprised him. His gaze wandered down to Skyline’s rear, catching a glimpse of her marehood tucked away under her tail.

Admittedly, he hadn’t fucked anything all day, and the sight and smell of Mirror’s desiccated corpse was getting him worked up.

He reached out, grabbing Skyline’s spear and wrenching it from her grip. She blinked, looking down at the empty space where her spear had been before turning on him.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Give that back!”

He didn’t bother with an answer. Instead he grabbed the spear in both talons and twisted, breaking it cleanly in two.

Skyline froze. Her pretty turquoise eyes widened in shock.

“Hatter, was it?” Gerrick kept his gaze locked to hers as he spoke. “Looks like this cunt’s caught you.”

“W-what?” Skyline looked between him and Hatter, backing away slowly. “What are you doing?”

Gerrick bent his knees, tail lashing behind him. A second passed before Skyline finally realized what was happening, and she turned to make for the window with a panicked cry just as he pounced, landing on her back and bearing her to the ground.

“Get off!” She bucked wildly beneath him, wings pounding at the floor, but he had leverage and weight on his side, and a short moment later he had all her limbs pinned beneath him. “Oh, Celestia, help me!”

He growled, grabbing her muzzle in his talons and holding it shut. She continued to struggle in vain, her muffled screams making his cock twitch in anticipation.

“You.” Hatter jumped as Gerrick looked to him, beckoning with a wing. “Help me get her armor off, and I’ll help you kill her once I’m done.”

Skyline’s screams rose an octave, but Gerrick paid her little mind. After a few seconds of hesitation Hatter came closer, a tentative grin on his face, and her armor began to glow with the green of his magic as he peeled it off piece by piece.

“Heh, ‘n here I thought I was done fer.” He licked his lips as more and more of Skyline’s pale blue coat was revealed, and by the time he had her completely stripped, his shaft had returned to full mast, pulsing with lust. “Yew don’t mind if I, er, play with ‘er front end, ay?”

“I don’t care.” Gerrick hauled the mare bodily off the floor, throwing her onto the bloodsoaked bed and pressing her muzzle into the sheets with one talon. With the other he lifted her tail to reveal his prize—the dark, puffy blue flesh of her pussy lips, so tight and firm that he couldn’t catch even a glimpse of the pink tunnel no doubt waiting within. He hummed, lining his cock up with her entrance.

Skyline shrieked into the bed, kicking and flapping wildly, but he was far stronger than her. Hatter giggled, his razor blade teasing at the base of her wings, and she went still with a shrill whimper, her marehood parting to release a thin stream of piss.

Gerrick moved quickly, using her fear as lube. She shuddered as he slipped inside her, grunting at the resistance as she clamped down instinctively, but with each motion of his hips he worked the tapered tip of his cock deeper. She was quite dry, making progress slow, so he curled his tail up between her legs, teasing at her sex with the fuzzy tuft at the end.

“Yew tink she’ll bite if I stick me knob in ‘er gob?” Hatter asked, now teasing at her spine with his razor.

Gerrick didn’t even look up. “Maybe.” He let go of her head to deliver a sharp smack to her ass, forcing a wailing sob out of her. “Relax!”

“Best listen t’ ‘im, Skyline.” Hatter pulled her head up, leaning down to meet her tearful eyes. “Now open up ‘n play nice, and we might let ya walk outta here, ay?”

“Please!” She cried, going limp against the bed. “I’ll do anything!”

“Good girl. Here ya go, now.”

Hatter brought his cock to her lips, and after a moment’s hesitation Skyline opened her mouth. He didn’t waste any time shoving himself inside her, making her eyes bulge as she gagged around his length.

The distraction worked well for Gerrick, and he let out a content sigh as he finally hilted inside the mare. She was still mostly dry, so he moved slowly, watching the way the pink inner lips of her pussy clung to him as he pulled out, as if begging him to stay inside. He waited patiently, letting the muffled sound of her retching entertain him, and before long her body began to betray her, her cunt swelling and slicking as it surrendered to the dominant male inside it.

Gerrick quickened his pace, pulling up on her tail to make her squeal and tighten as he began to rut her in earnest, relishing her weak struggles. It was obvious that she was trying to be as cooperative as she could, and the knowledge that he’d so thoroughly conquered this mare drove him to fuck her harder, to show her just how helpless she was to his whims.

She was as wet as any mare now, the slap of their bodies joining her muffled gags and sobs and the creaking of the bed. Her pussy winked earnestly, massaging his length and sending waves of pleasure up his spine, coaxing him towards climax even as she screamed her despair around Hatter’s cock. He explored her body with his talons, feeling the tight muscle under her smooth coat. It was the body of a mare who’d spent years dedicating herself to the defense of her fellow pony, and yet he’d defeated her in mere seconds, leaving her a sniveling wreck to rape at his leisure.

And she was just as tight inside as outside. Gerrick groaned, kneading her flanks with his talons hard enough to draw blood, his jaw clenching as her cunt clamped down all along his length and her clit winked out to plant a wet kiss on his balls. She let out a loud, shuddering moan as a spurt of marecum splattered against his thighs, and Gerrick grinned as he realized that he’d forced her to orgasm with the ferocity of her rape.

“Agh!” Hatter yelped, his cock flying free as he fell onto his ass. “She bit me!”

“I’m sorry!” Skyline cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffled, her voice shaking with each rough thrust into her pussy. “I’m t-trying, I j-just c-can’t! P-please!”

Gerrick growled, wrapping a talon around her neck and pulling her head up off the bed. She whimpered as he lifted her up, her forelegs flapping wildly in the air as her wings beat against his chest, her back arching as he pulled her head back into his shoulder.

“P-please!” She could barely choke out more pleas past his grip on her throat. “H-hurts!”

Gerrick scarcely heard her. He was focused on the feel of her cunt rippling around his shaft and the warm embrace of her ass pressed tight to his groin. He hilted against her, going from long thrusts to slow, powerful grinding, straining to bury himself as deep inside her as he could.

She gagged, clawing vainly at his talons as they began to sink into her throat. Hot blood dripped down past her shoulders, the smell stoking Gerrick’s lust. He pulled her head back so he could stare down into her eyes, seeing her terror and humiliation as she silently begged for mercy.

It was too much for him. Skyline’s sobs devolved into a wet gurgle as he sunk his talons into her throat down to the knuckle, not stopping until he hit bone. Her eyes rolled up and her body began to shudder violently, and in a single motion Gerrick snapped her neck, tearing her head from her shoulders in a spray of blood.

He threw the head carelessly over his shoulder, continuing to fuck her corpse as he let her fall back to the bed. He snorted, eyes screwing up, struggling to keep up his pace as her pussy clenched tighter than ever before, every nerve in her body firing with no mind to direct them in a desperate attempt at survival. She was still warm and soft inside even as a deluge of blood flooded from the stump of her neck, and he had every intent of using her until he was satisfied.

Gerrick groaned as his balls tightened beneath him and he slammed into her spasming cunt one last time, pumping a surge of cum into her lifeless corpse. He leaned over her as he came, locking his talons around her hips and pulling her back into him with every muscle, grinding her sopping wet pussy against his groin. Even without her head, her marehood knew its place—it swallowed his load eagerly, coaxing more cum from him with every beat of his heart, until finally he staggered back, his cock sliding free with a lewd slurp and spraying one last load of cum over her shivering ass.

Skyline’s headless corpse was sprawled out on the bed with her ass high in the air, her marehood still winking in a final display of arousal. Her leg twitched, and she fell limply onto her side, bounced once, and settled onto the bed, a curtain of thick white seed drooling down her thigh.

“W-wow.”

Gerrick blinked, suddenly remembering that Hatter was still there. The stallion hunched over Skyline’s front end as he fucked the stump of her neck, rolling her onto her back so he could lick and suck on her teats. His eyes fluttered as he hilted inside her, her neck bulging as he packed his own cum deep into her throat.

Skyline’s throat let out a lewd slurp as Hatter pulled out, leaving her to drip cum from both ends. The stallion sighed, looking up with a dopey smile.

“B-best three hundred bits I ever spent.”

Gerrick ignored him, looking around and spotting Skyline’s head where it had rolled to a stop between Mirror’s legs. He bent down and picked it up, looking into her eyes and savoring the horrified expression frozen on her face.

“So, uh…” Hatter cleared his throat. “N-now what?”

Gerrick held up a talon. He brought Skyline’s head down to his cock, pulling her lips open and sliding inside before squeezing her muzzle tight around him. He sighed as he worked her head over his length, cleaning himself of excess cum. Satisfied, he pulled himself free and deposited her head on her corpse, right above her drooling pussy.

Finally he looked to Hatter. “You stay here.”

Hatter blinked. “H-huh? But—”

“It’s the middle of the day,” Gerrick said. He walked over to the dresser, scooping up the pile of bits left there and slipping them into the bag under his wing. “And you just murdered a Royal Guard. It’d be best if you waited until nightfall to leave.”

“W-wait, that ain’t right.” Hatter frowned. “I ain’t th’ one dat killed ‘er.”

Gerrick shrugged. “If you want to take a chance, be my guest, but I’d wait if I was you.”

“What about yew?” Hatter asked, brow furrowing. “Ya gonna stay here wit me?”

Gerrick shook his head. “I’ve got the key. I’ll step out and lock up for the day, and then you can leave once it’s safe.”

“Oh.” Hatter pursed his lips. He looked between each of the dead mares, idly rubbing at Skyline’s body. “Uh, o-okay.”

“Good.” With a quick nod, Gerrick made for the door. He walked down the stairs and stepped out into the street without looking back, glancing around with detached curiosity.

“Sir?” Mirror Image appeared at his side almost instantly. She looked up at him expectantly, awaiting instructions.

“I found out what happened,” Gerrick said, beckoning as he began to walk up the street. “A customer came in and paid to snuff you. There was a guardsmare there when I showed up and she walked in on him with your body, so I fucked her.”

Mirror frowned. “What about the bodies?”

“The customer’s still inside,” Gerrick explained. “He’s as much an idiot as all the other Equestrians, but he can be useful for us. No doubt one of the other villagers will stumble on him playing with the bodies, and he’ll be blamed for killing the whores as well as the guardsmare. He should be dead by nightfall.”

“I see,” Mirror said. “Should I pack our things, then?”

Gerrick nodded. “See to it. We’ll get an early start on the road.”

“Yes, sir.”