Author's Note

CONTAINS: Drowning, bathing, fear piss, submerged blowjob, deepthroat, creampie, a dumb slut that dies before Gerrick can get off, snuggle struggle, fillyhood lullabies, and hard vore.

VI: Mirror Image Gets Her Mane Wet

Gerrick considered himself a civilized individual.

Of course, any Equestrian would disagree. He'd spoken to ponies that had warned him of a dangerous predator lurking in the countryside and shared rumors of mangled bodies found rotting in pieces at the roadside. The idea that anything besides a monster could have left such corpses behind didn't seem to occur to them, which Gerrick found somewhat amusing. They actually thought they were better than him.

But he wasn’t some simple barbarian. He was raised to enjoy the perks of civilized life as a griffon noble—regular baths, a steady stream of docile mares, and a competent maid service to prepare his meals and keep his home clean. Thanks to Mirror Image’s unique talents, he’d been able to keep the latter two during his travels. Baths, on the other hand, were a little harder to come by.

It wasn't that he couldn't find them. Equestrians had a strange obsession with cleanliness; every little hamlet, it seemed, had its own dedicated spa or bathhouse. The trouble was that when Gerrick needed a bath most was when he was covered in blood, and he doubted even an idiot Equestrian would let him pass their door when his feathers were stained red. Mirror could deal with the worst of the mess with some vigorous scrubbing and a bit of magic, reducing Equestrian reactions from "scream and run" to merely "nervous smile," but at a certain point a proper bath was called for.

They hadn't packed a tub, but there were plenty of little streams and pools in the Equestrian countryside. Gerrick reclined along the edge of one now, the cool water streaming over him from the chest down while Mirror cradled his head in her lap.

He took a deep breath, eyes lidded as she worked her hooves into his fur, leaning forwards occasionally to dip them back into the water. She hummed quietly as she bathed him, a soothing tune that Gerrick had heard many times from the peasants on his land.

The water rippled beside him, and Gerrick cracked an eye open to spot a second Mirror stepping into the stream. She waded out in front of him, and without a word he spread his legs wider.

She offered up a small smile before sliding closer, brushing her hooves over the sensitive hairs low on his belly. He closed his eyes again before leaning back into the Mirror behind him, relaxing into the pleasant sensation of his maid’s body against his, working the accumulated sweat and sores out of his muscles. One set of hooves massaged his chest in slow, wide circles while the second moved lower, teasing around his groin, causing his hind legs to twitch and tense in anticipation.

Mirror didn’t keep him waiting long. A deep intake of breath and a splashing of water was followed a second later by soft lips on his submerged sheath. The lips kissed gently around him, a warm tongue pressing against him before sliding down to wrap around his balls, and Gerrick let out a quiet groan as Mirror rubbed her muzzle across the sensitive orbs, the heat of her tongue contrasting with the cool stream in a way that sent a shiver of delight up his spine.

Soon his cock was sliding out into the chill water, but Mirror didn’t leave him exposed for long. She took his tip into her mouth, suckling gently, flicking her tongue along the ridges of his head and coaxing it deeper inside her. Then, just as he was expecting her to begin bobbing her head in earnest, she drew back.

Gerrick opened his eyes, beak curving down into a frown. Mirror’s head emerged from the water in front of him, mouth hanging open as she sucked in a deep breath, and their gazes met. For a moment they regarded each other in silence, Mirror cupping his hardening shaft in her hoof under the water.

Gerrick shifted, sliding slightly higher out of the water as he brought a talon around to wrap tight in Mirror’s mane. She shuddered atop him, slowly rubbing herself against his knee.

He pushed her head under the water in a sudden burst of speed, shoving her back down onto his shaft. The Mirror behind him tensed, but continued to bathe his upper body as he roughly jerked himself off with her copy’s head under the water. He clacked his beak and thrust up with his hips, seeking the tight embrace of her throat, and he felt her gag as she went rigid against him, wrapping her legs tight around the bulk of his waist, but she knew better than to try and fight him.

“There’s a good girl,” he muttered, moving his grip from her mane up to her horn. Her throat squeezed tight around his tip, wrapping him in a hot wetness, the pleasure from each thrust accentuated by the chill water that caressed his balls. He felt the vibrations of her moaning around his girth and the tickle of bubbles as they slipped past her lips and floated up to the surface, forming thin, frothy waves that were quickly disturbed by the violence of the facefucking.

The Mirror behind him leaned down, her motions shifting from steady cleaning to a more sensual massaging. She nosed into the crook of his neck, kissed him with a quiet cooing and pressing her pussy to his back. The wet, swollen lips of her marehood winked against him, planting warm kisses on his golden plumage.

The Mirror wrapped around his cock shivered, her tight grip around him going from bracing to fearful, but he didn’t stop. She tried to push off, but even with one talon he was able to overpower her, and his hold on her horn gave him excellent leverage over her head. He pulled her in closer, forcing more of his cock back into her throat as her gags developed into powerful, rhythmic retches, her throat clamping tight around his shaft for several seconds at a time as it tried to push him out. Each retch only made him groan his pleasure and grind into her even harder as he lost himself in his lust, thinking only of the growing pressure at the base of his shaft.

He could feel her hind legs scrabbling for purchase in the soft riverbed around his, but he lifted his own leg, driving his knee into her cunt as he lifted her up so she had nothing solid to push off. Her shivers strengthened, turning to a powerful full-body shuddering as her protests grew weaker, but her throat continued to squeeze and massage around him with the same desperate energy, enveloping him in an embrace so tight he had to clench his jaw and jerk her about with both claws as he snorted in exertion.

He could feel every inch of her gullet around him, the entrance to her throat almost painfully tight. He felt her fear in the pounding of her heart against his thigh, mirrored by the frantic pulsing of her cunt on his knee, driving him to fuck her face with the same quickening beat. Warmth spread over his leg as she pissed herself in terror, and he threw his head back with a strained groan, trembling as the Mirror behind him began to moan hot breaths into his ear and grind her pussy on his shoulder.

Finally the Mirror beneath him went still, her limbs swaying limply in the water around him. He frowned as the grip on his cock went from a pleasurable vice to a slight squeeze, her struggles replaced with increasingly feeble, irregular shudders.

He still hadn’t cum.

Gerrick let out a frustrated growl as he pulled the dead slut off his shaft, lifting her head out of the water. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull and her muzzle hung open in a dumb gape, her chocolate-brown face darkened to an ugly purple from asphyxiation. He gave her a little shake, hoping to entice a little more life out of her, but she only drooled back in response as her face twitched with the last remnants of life.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

Gerrick arched a brow, glancing up at the Mirror still wrapped around his shoulders, nibbling flirtatiously on some of his longer feathers as she masturbated against him. She met his gaze, eyes alight with lust.

She knew exactly what was wrong, and she knew exactly what she was doing. There was a part of Gerrick that was often annoyed at how she seemed to think she could manipulate him, but in times like these, that part was easily silenced by the heat in his blood.

He dropped the dead Mirror, letting the stream carry the corpse a short distance until it lodged against a nearby fallen log. With a predator’s speed he twisted about and grabbed the living one, clambering out of the water and pinning her face down into the smoothed gravel she’d been sitting on.

She let out a breathy moan as he mounted her, surrounding her with his bulk and sliding his dick through the soft hairs of her tail. She was already wet, marehood flushed with the excitement of watching him snuff her copy, so he wasted no time, pulling his hips back and spearing her on his cock. His balls slapped against her ass with a wet slap, and her cunt winked in response, squeezing invitingly around him as her clit kissed at his balls.

He rutted her with a primal energy, seeking to regain the ground lost during the transition from dead to living mare. She bit her lip and ground her hips against him, bracing her forelegs beneath her and letting out loud, stuttering moans, her cries rising in ecstasy when he wrapped her tail around one claw and pulled, hilting inside her with every pump of his hips.

He threw his head back and closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of her warm cunt massaging his length. She knew just how to please him, working her pussy in tandem with his thrusts, relaxing to welcome him deep inside and then clamping down with enough force to splash hot marecum out against his thighs, the powerful muscles of his cunt rippling over his length as he pulled out. He snorted, using his free talon to knead at the soft flesh of her ass, digging the sharp tips in hard enough to draw blood and force a loud, shaky cry from her lips, pushing into her with his hips, fucking her across the riverbed little by little.

Her moans were interrupted by a shocked splutter, and Gerrick looked down, realizing that he’d fucked her head back into the stream. She coughed as she craned her neck back, struggling to keep her muzzle out of the water, and he growled as the rhythmic squeezing of her cunt stopped, her focus apparently shattered by her selfish whims.

No matter. He could get it back.

He leaned over her, pressing her head down under the water and against the hard rocks beneath. Her eyes shot wide open, looking back in shock, but he didn’t slow his movements, fucking her further into the river until the water was rippling up past her shoulders.

She began to panic almost immediately, her hind legs scrabbling around him. He grunted and lifted her ass up by her tail, leaving her hooves to jerk uselessly in the air and causing her to wince from the extra strain on her spine as he put even more weight on her submerged head.

Gerrick’s tail lashed behind him as he watched her eyes screw up in pain and then roll back, leaving only the whites visible as her mouth gaped wide open, silently begging for the air mere inches away. Her pussy squeezed tight around him, every muscle in her body flexing in an instinctual bid for survival, but it did little more than bring him more pleasure as he groaned and shifted from rapid rutting to slow, powerful fucking, straining to overpower the tightness of her cunt and bury himself deep inside her. His balls slapped against her teats and her ass rippled with every thrust as he pulled her rear into him, enveloping his groin in the wet heat of her body. Marecum splattered over his legs and dripped down the inside of her thighs as her flushed cunt betrayed her, winking and squeezing as if desperate to fulfill its purpose before its owner succumbed.

He groaned as the pressure in his balls grew, losing his rhythm as he pushed the tight bead of pleasure up his shaft with every thrust. His legs shuddered and his muscles burned, but nothing would stop him from his release now. A thick stream of bubbles escaped Mirror’s gaping muzzle as she finally gave in, the murderous water flooding her lungs and sealing her fate, and her body fell into powerful convulsions, her pussy swallowing frantically around him.

Gerrick’s balls tightened as he hilted for the final time, grinding against her drooling cunt, and he groaned as his shaft swelled with the first surge of cum. He remained still but for the slight pumping of his hips, packing his seed into her dying pussy, a wave of ecstasy washing over him as her marehood drank greedily, coaxing every spurt from his engorged girth, ensuring that her final sensation would be the fulfillment of her ultimate purpose as she went from a struggling whore to a limp and twitching corpse, accepting the final drops of his release. Throughout it all Gerrick kept his gaze focused on hers, watching the way her face slackened and went still as the last jerks of life left her body.

He relaxed with a satisfied sigh, staggering backwards. Mirror’s hind legs fell back to the ground, and for a brief moment she kept a wobbly balance, head down in the drink and ass high in the air, giving him a fine view of his thick cum dripping from her pussy. Then the tug of the water disturbed her balance and she fell onto her side, creamy white trails staining the soft furs of her thigh.

Gerrick took a moment to catch his breath, enjoying the sunshine and pleasant afterglow of a good rut. After a couple minutes he got back to his feet and rolled Mirror onto her back, eyeing the curve of her belly and her perky teats.

Sex always stoked his appetite, and after taking a moment to consider his options, he leaned down and sliced through her gut with the sharp tip of his beak. He bit down and jerked his head side to side, tearing chunks of meat loose before throwing his head back and gobbling it down, uncaring of the blood that dripped down his neck. He worked his way lower, licking at her teats and feeling how the soft flesh gave under his tongue before biting into them as well, enjoying the fatty meat. He buried his face deep between them, tearing out her womb in a few bloody pieces with hums of contentment, and then began to work his way up, towards the succulent organs of her chest cavity, drinking her blood to sate his thirst. Her still body twitched and jerked like a broken puppet as he ate, snapping tendons and cracking bones.

There was a rustle behind him. Lazily he looked up, a heart dangling from his beak, and saw Mirror Image approaching with a disapproving frown.

“Sir, you’re supposed to be getting clean,” she said.

He shrugged, throwing the heart up into the air and swallowing it in one bite. “There’s plenty of hours left in the day.” His tongue darted out to lick the blood from his beak as he fixed her with an appraising gaze. “I suppose I’ll just need another bath.”